A Golden Farce

Felisha Hooks
The golden apple
Is beautiful in form
Invaluable in its worth
But wholly undesirable
As apples go

It cannot be eaten, as intended
It cannot bear fruit
It is useful only to admire

How the apple, then
Longs not to be so,
Gilded by the touch of another
So that its life is spent
In useless admiration

Published by Felisha Hooks

A slave for The Man by day, an aspiring writer by night! I love words and am fascinated by the beauty that emerges when they are artfully strung together.  View profile

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